Psalmi 3
1 Psalam. Davidov. Kad je David bježao pred sinom Abšalomom. Jahve, koliko je tlačitelja mojih, koliki se podižu na me!
`The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
2 Mnogi su što o meni zbore: “Nema mu spasenja u Bogu!”
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 Ti si ipak štit moj, Jahve; slavo moja, ti mi glavu podižeš.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 Iza sveg glasa Jahvi zavapih, i on me usliša sa svete gore svoje.
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 Sad mogu leć' i usnuti, i onda ustat' jer me Jahve drži.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 Ne bojim se tisuća ljudi što me opsjedaju dušmanski.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Ustani, o Jahve! Spasi me, o Bože moj! Ti udaraš po obrazu sve neprijatelje moje, opakima zube razbijaš.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 U Jahve je spasenje: na tvom narodu tvoj je blagoslov!
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
